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That morning, both Hanabashita men awoke with two very different emotions. One was fearless and refreshed while the other was weighted down and exhausted. Lord Hanabashita summoned his son to the meeting house. As each made their way there they each took time to reflect on the previous night’s dream.

Heru walked to the meeting house unafraid, knowing that Yeshua was with him and that he could face his father without fear or condemnation. Lord Hanabashita, however, walked to the meeting house with fear in his heart. He looked toward the sky and the dark clouds that were hanging low over the ancestral mountain, those clouds seemed to have dark piercing eyes that followed Hanabashita. The smell of Lotus blossoms hung heavy in the air.

Lord Hanabashita tried to put off the meeting with his son for as long as possible. He did this by conducting village business first and refused to be interrupted. This gave Heru’s mother time to walk around the house and pray for the meeting that was about to happen between Heru and his father. When Lord Hanabashita was finally finished with the village business, he summoned for Heru to come in, as Heru entered the room, a deadly silence filled the space. Father and son stood staring into each other’s eyes, both searching for the right words to say, yet coming up empty. Shadows floated against the outer walls, and sat in the corners, observing the conflict with glee.

“My son, is there anything that you would like to tell your father, good or bad?” asked Lord Hanabashita.

“Yes Father, I do have some news, both good and bad. Last night when I went up to the ancestral mountain to perform the nightly offering, I fell asleep before placing the offerings on the alter. When I awoke, the offerings had been scattered all over the mountain and down into the village, I am so sorry for disappointing you father. I beg for your forgiveness.” Heru finished as he fell to his knees in front of his father.

Lord Hanabashita rose and turned his back on his son and walked to the back of the room where he removed an ancient ceremonial beheading blade. “Are you telling me that you did the one thing that would jeopardize what I have worked my entire life for?” he asked Heru in a voice filled a combination of remorse and bitter anger.

All the while in a darkened corner of the room an unearthly red light ascended from the floor and out of the shadows stepped two of hells most hideous creatures. Both were red with sharp talons at the end of their arms instead of fingers and each had six legs with venomous talons on their feet that stuck out like razor blades. They were bound together with chains that bore each of their names, one was hatred and the other was bitter anger. They sat as if at a dinner table waiting for the meal begin. They were fed by the emotions coming from Heru’s father, the angrier and more hate filled he became, the stronger and larger they grew.

Lord Hanabashita slowly approached his son, blade in hand, ready to perform the task assigned to him by the ancestors. He lifted the blade high into the air just as Heru lifted his head, with only moments to spare he rolled out causing the blade to miss his head by only a couple of centimeters. He instinctively grabbed for the other blade to defend himself, and the fierce battle began, each trying to best the other, the swords swung together with increasing strength and speed causing a shower of sparks to fall around their feet. The creatures continued to feed on the energy radiating from the battle. Continually growing stronger and bigger with each moment, each thrust of the sword. They grew to the point of fusing together into one gigantic monstrous demonic creature. The two creatures let out a deafening scream that neither Hanabashita could hear. With the chains still holding them, the name now read MURDER. The demon opened its mouth and a poisonous green gas started to fill the room and both Heru and his father began to breathe in the toxic fumes. Heru gave his father a hard shove and still Lord Hanabashita charged at his only son. “Why are you doing this?” screamed Heru. “I asked for your forgiveness, and still you try to kill me, your only son!”

“You have killed your father without even raising a sword, and by killing you, I can save my own life.” Heru’s father screamed back. “Do you not understand? This is the only way to appease the ancestors! I have no choice!”

The hatred emanating from both men fed the demon in the corner, it continued to call out to both men, “Kill your son now, finish it! Save your life old man, it’s the only way!”

“Heru, kill your father, save yourself, he’s not going to listen to you. You must protect yourself! Kill him now!” the demon kept spewing out venomous barbs and taunts, the room filling with the toxic green fumes until both men could barely be seen for the fog in the room.

They each raised their swords preparing to strike the last death blow to each other, when out of nowhere, an unseen force blew into the room, separating the two men. A great wind blew open the doors and windows ridding the room of the poisonous gas. A brilliant blinding light filled the hut as Yeshua stepped into the room clothed in a purple robe that floated around Him with a radiating white battle armor beneath. There were twelve jewels adorning the breastplate, one for each tribe and the words: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS, was inscribed on His right thigh. He turned his head and spoke only one word to the demons; “ENOUGH!”, and they exploded into a thousand particles that fell and melted into the floor.